| Bitch, I shine all day, young alaska
|
| I ain’t said shit to yo' ass, why you gassed up (Brrap, brrap)
|
| Who the biggest loser, my pocket, he’s a fat fuck
|
| Do it on the floor but I’m not finna help yo' ass up
|
| Bitch you was flat, all of a sudden you got a fat butt (Woah)
|
| I’m with Judy, 'cause Ruby just wanna act up (Hey, hey)
|
| I be on the lookout when I’m picking the pack up (I do)
|
| I like to spend a lot 'cause I run it all back up (I do)
|
| Let’s talk about your bitches, better yet the lack of
|
| The bitch a lil' parrot, probably want this cracker
|
| My number one fan telling hoes we dapped up (Uh, uh)
|
| That shit finna get the boy the cheeks to clap up (Oh, oh, oh, oh)
|
| I cannot choke smoke, I give a fuck if she want me (I give a fuck)
|
| My lil' lady cook when I’m hungry
|
| This is no joke, you bitches extra baloney (Bitch, you goofy)
|
| Indica, medicinal on me
|
| That’s that pope dope, I threw some cake at the blood
|
| These bitches hood wings
|
| I think I’m the greatest because that’s what I should think (For sure)
|
| Ain’t no debating lil' bruh, she told yo' ass she finna leave and now I’m
|
| raking it up (Haha, ha)
|
| I’m not your homie you can hope though (Fuck no)
|
| She took it down, down on me, that’s a low blow (Woah)
|
| I do my damn thing, I don’t do the po po (The po po)
|
| I got 'em rolling in the grave, I would hope so (Show up, yeah)
|
| I ain’t tryna make mistakes rookies make, rookie Chase (What)
|
| Throw yourself up with this cookie cake, took me days (What)
|
| I been mackin since the boogie face, whoopsie daisy
|
| This B give me stanky pussy face, ain’t this crazy
|
| Uh, I got a hell of a job
|
| Uh, If I go broke, then I’m ready to rob (Hey)
|
| Who’s that who be twisting the knob (Who is it)
|
| I love my fans, they treat the boy like he god (Yeah)
|
| Chase you going crazy again, but (Duh hoe)
|
| Bitch my momma made me to win (What)
|
| Run the track back, she gon' play me again
|
| I might, pipe some and it made me your friend, uh (Uh-oh)
|
| Big rack, got some D’s on that bitch
|
| Apple pie, with the cheese on that bitch (Yeah)
|
| Itching to meet me, I’m flicking fleas off a bitch
|
| I’m a nature boy, baby, brought some trees on the trip, yeah (Yeah)
|
| (Chase you going crazy again, but)
|
| (Bitch my momma made me to win, what) |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Shake Junt , by - hooligan chase. Song from the album Bodyache, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп